Friday, August 14

Walking Through Perfume As Proof Of Life After Death

Perfume garden

A story today from someone who wishes to remain anonymous. The question is: does this show that there is life after death - this time from the smell of perfume? Or, maybe, it's simply a figment of the imagination to help with bereavement?

My sister and I were very close. We would finish each others sentences, pick up the phone before it rang if either was calling the other, knew if the other was sick or something big was up, and so on.

In 2003 she was in the hospital with pancreatic cancer. My family and I would take turns staying with her so she wouldn't be alone. Every time it was my time to stay with her, I would find pennies under the glove station on the wall, without fail.

The day she died, my mother was to relieve me and was supposed to come in the evening. She called ill and I told her to stay home, we were fine, and she could come the next night if she felt better.

My sister and I were sitting side by side, holding hands, and talking about life, and death,. She told me she knew she was dying (the doctors had never said this, they never had a certain diagnosis until the autopsy).

She asked if I thought she would go to Heaven. I told her there is one way - through Jesus, which she understood. I told her to talk to Him with sincerity, ask forgiveness, and ask for his blessings. She bowed her head and (I assume) talked to him.

After a few minutes, she turned to me and said "I love you.".

I said "I love you, too". Then she died.

To this day, I feel I was supposed to be there, and that my mother could not have handled it (being sick), and that Jesus left a way for my sister to be sure of her salvation. If anyone else had been there, she would not have asked, so they would not have told her.

When the day of the funeral came, it was sadness all around. She was well-loved and she loved everyone. Mother was in heavy grief.

I drove her home from the funeral. When we got there, I went to open her door to let her out. To get to the house you had to walk up a short gravel walk 2-3' wide and maybe 10' long, then up 2 stairs to the porch.

I walked her up to the house, made sure she was in okay and went to shut the car door. When I got about half way down the walk, I smelled the headiest, most sensational smell I had ever smelled. Like lilacs, magnolias and camellias all at once, in one spot. I could walk into it, and walk out of it. And did so, several times.

I walked around the house to find the source, nothing was blooming. Looked up the street and nothing was blooming. It made me smile. I knew it was my sister. I walked back into it, then went to the door, calling Momma out. She comes out puffy eyed from crying, weak from grief. She asks, "What's wrong?" I tell her, "... nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, take my hand, just please come with me."

We walk down the stairs, and walk right into the smell and stop. Momma looked at me and her eyes got round as saucers. She smelled it too. Her face lit up and she knew all was well with her daughter.

We went back into the house. For days the small stayed in the walkway between her living room and the entry way. To get to the living room you had to walk through it.

I think that was my sister's way of showing Momma that all was well and to not grieve so hard. (She had already lost one daughter and a sister earlier in the year.)

As a footnote I'd like to add a personal note. If I were to accept that there is a Heaven I wouldn't believe it was only exclusive for a certain religion - i.e. in the case above, through Jesus. It would surely be for everyone. If, as some believe, God made man He would have to treat all of mankind the same.

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  1. Anonymous01:27

    The story has been edited. It was not perfume. It was a most intense smell of flowers. Just flowers in full bloom. No perfumed chemical or alcohol smell whatsoever.

  2. To me, that fragrance was certainly proof that her sister was communicating with her. And I agree with you, Mike, about the heaven/religion stuff.

  3. What a wonderful story! I believe you. It wasn't that long ago that the notion of space travel was hocus pocus.